"That string of Buddhist beads...at the end..."

Xiaoyue flipped through the book, but she didn't mean to read it. She almost lost her mind just by just a glance. It was almost impossible for someone like him who was very focused on cultivating. Life and death cannot shake him in any way, but...

He rubbed his eyebrows and closed his thoughts, and kept looking through the books in his hand page after page. This was not Buddhism or martial arts, but medical scriptures. The precepts were studying why the epidemic was. He Xiaoyue was the same. He stayed in the Sutra Pavilion day and night, reading books that involved medical skills from ancient times to the present.

But even so, there is little gain.

The sun sets in the west, and the whole world is red when the sunset reflects the sunset. There is no slight turbulence in Mission Hills, but the cicadas are still chirping, disturbing people's mood.

The good deeds looked at the blood-red sunset, wiped the sweat on their foreheads, held the porridge in their hands, comforting the people at the gate of the mountain while distributing them. The wounds behind them were inexplicably itchy, as if millions of ants were crawling on them.

But at this moment he had no intention of caring about this, and he still forced himself to run back and forth outside the temple.

"Young Master, are you okay? If you are tired, go and have a rest." The old man with white hair and hair took the porridge. Seeing the pale face of Shanfa, he couldn't help but care. Although he was worried about Yunsi's refusal to let them enter, Shanfa had worked tirelessly for several months, and he also saw it and liked the young monk from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm fine, just take a break." Shanfa smiled. Although he said that, the itch on his back gradually became numb, and slowly spread from the wound along the spine. After a while, the whole back lost consciousness. He could not feel the pain when he reached out and touched it, as if it was no longer his back, but an ignorant piece of flesh.

The good deeds thought that he was really too tired and his wounds worsened. He simply sat on the stone steps for a while, but it was okay if he didn't sit. His body bent, his legs lost their strength and fell down. His eyes couldn't help but turn a little dark. The sound of the brothers beside him calling him seemed to be coming from Jiuyou, floating and misty, and it was not real to hear it. Only the groans and annoying cicadas at the gate of the mountain were clearly heard. It took a long time to recover.

Although good deeds are not considered masters, they also practice martial arts on weekdays and do not want to only learn scriptures like the north and south. Logically speaking, even if they suffer some injuries at this moment, they will not be like this. Although he is not old, his body is still much stronger than ordinary people.

"Could it be..." The good deeds had speculation, but they didn't dare to believe it, nor did they dare to say it. They forced themselves to stand up and walked into the temple step by step. The whole world seemed to be shaking, and they couldn't even control their walking. Before they walked ten steps, the good deeds fell to the mountain gate and could no longer climb up. The originally noisy sounds were all quiet at this time.

In the dormitory.

Xiao Shu closed his eyes and sat quietly at the window. The sunset gradually faded away. The moon was in the middle of the sky, and once again came to the illusory realm. There were countless four-color lotus flowers and the light pillars that were rising up in the sky. However, this time Xiao Shu did not try to get close. He just looked at it from afar, feeling the Buddha nature contained in it, the most pure and holy, and his mind was cleansed.

"Ren, it turns out to be Ren Jian."

At this moment, he was not disturbed by the outside world. With a clear mind, he finally understood that what Zhang Zhenren was ultimately adhering to was not the three swords of heaven, earth and man, but the benevolence of the sword that gave birth to lotus.

After the words came, the red leaves naturally appeared in front of him. Xiao Shu couldn't help but reach out and then realized that he had no body at all at this moment. His heart was rippled, and the whole realm turned into ashes in an instant. The red leaves were like burning candlelight, scattering into a wisp of blue smoke.

Opening his eyes, the red leaves were still in the umbrella, and the beggar had already fallen asleep. Xiao Shu stood up, closed the window, blew out the candle, and walked out the door. Before the night was late, monks were still coming and going in the temple. The Yun Temple in the night seemed quite peaceful, with the candlelight shining brightly, and the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the hall shining brightly.

Xiaoyue Zen Room is located behind the main hall, and it is also the Zen Room of many monks. Xiao Shu walked slowly, with cicadas and Zen singing in his ears. After walking for a while, he suddenly heard a drum sound, followed by dull and deep bell sounds, echoing throughout Guanlan Mountain. One drum hits one bell, two drum hits two bells, three drum hits three bells, a total of twelve times, thirty-six times, and then it ended abruptly.

The sound of bells and drums stopped, and Xiao Shu also came to Xiaoyue Zen Room. The candlelight in the room was still bright, and a figure sat alone in it. He knocked on the door three times. The person in the room said, "Please come in by Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Shu pushed the door and saw Xiao Yue lifting the pen and writing. His words were like dragons and snakes, and he was not disturbed by Xiao Shu at all. Xiao Shu did not make any sound, and quietly watched Xiao Yue fall the last stroke. The simple four characters were flowing in the clouds and the strokes were like clouds and smoke, with a harmonious atmosphere and a profound artistic conception.

"I heard this." Xiao Shu said softly.

"A monk's hobby is not beautiful, and the donor laughed at me." Xiaoyue put down her pen and said.

Xiao Shu couldn't help but be speechless. If the writing was not good, wouldn't he know how to write at all? He couldn't help but say, "Master Xiaoyue is so humble, how can I deal with people who don't understand calligraphy?"

Xiaoyue did not answer the conversation, but took the paper away, laid a piece of paper on the table, pressed the head and tail with a ruler, and made a gesture of asking for help.

"This..." Xiao Shu was a little helpless. Although he knew how to read, if he wanted to write, he would probably not be good-looking. When he was a child, he practiced a few times when he was having fun with Fang Jin, which was far inferior to those who had really practiced calligraphy.

"The word "is like the person, please." Xiaoyue took a step back.

Xiao Shu sighed and picked up the pen. He had not written for many years. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the pen. He thought quietly for a long time until the ink on the tip of the pen was about to drip on the paper. Xiao Shu brows spread, and there was no emotion in his eyes. Only the sword intent spread out and the pen became a word.

The huge sword word fell in the middle of the paper, and its sword intent almost came out through the paper. Xiaoyue looked at it for a moment and realized that the word "killing intent" was full of murderous intentions. The sword energy soared into the sky, as if thousands of sword tides were coming towards him, and it was about to tear the world apart. After a moment, it was like a hidden dragon in the abyss, with all its sharpness hidden, and its momentum was hidden and it finally dispersed and returned to the same word.

Xiaoyue took a deep breath and said, "What a sword word, the donor's sword art has reached the state of returning to nature. However, the monk has something to say, whether he should be said or not."

Xiao Shu put down his pen and turned his head and said, "But it's okay."

"The word "is like the person", and the word "Sword" confirms the donor's sword skills, but that's all. The donor's sword skills begin with the sword and end with the sword. Although the monk does not practice the sword skills, all the laws in the world will come to the same destination." Xiaoyue was originally a master of Buddhism and Taoism, and her cultivation was not much lower than Xiao Shu. In the entire Yun Temple, and even Yuezhou, he entered the Tianxuan Realm. His almost ageless face is a manifestation of his deep foundation. His knowledge is definitely not worse than that of Tianjizi, and this is exactly what Xiao Shu lacks.

Xiao Shu's expression changed, and Xiaoyue hit the point. This was exactly what he was worried about. It was his bottleneck. It started with the sword and ended with the sword. How to break through, and what was the way forward?

"I would like to ask Master Xiaoyue for advice." Xiao Shu said respectfully. He never maintained his own cultivation level and felt that he was superior. If anyone could teach him, don't say that Xiaoyue's masters are like ordinary people, he can respect him as a teacher.

"There are thousands of swords in the world, and they are different, but how many people have entered the Heavenly Profound Realm? Not to mention the realm of heaven and man, ascending in the sun, it is not easy for the donor to reach this realm by holding only one of them, but it only ends here." Xiaoyue picked up the word "Sword", nodded and shook her head.

Xiao Shu didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"The donor has a sword in his heart and a sword in his hand, so he naturally cannot tolerate anything else. But the sword path is not just a sword. The reason why the sword path can be called Tao is because it is tolerant of thousands and endless. If it is to stop at the sword in his hand, it is tantamount to wiping the word Tao, leaving only the sword. The mystery of Tao cannot be expressed in words, and the monk can say it is all." Xiaoyue said as he thought in his heart. This is his understanding of Tao. Although he does not understand sword path, as he said, all dharmas will be the same as the same path, and they will be connected.

"But if I give up this sword, how should I attain enlightenment?" Xiao Shu asked.

"Donor, why is there a lamp here? Is it cause and effect or nature?" Xiaoyue asked, pointing to the only candlelight in the room.

When Xiao Shu heard this, he suddenly said, "There is no lamp here, no you, and no me."

"Then donor still need to prove the truth?" Xiaoyue asked with a smile on her face.

"What is the use of proof?" Xiao Shu asked with a smile.

"Use a sword." Xiaoyue said.

"Sword? I have no sword in my heart, no sword in my hand, nothing can be proved, no truth can be proved." Xiao Shu smiled and said, a red light flew from the sky, passed through the window, and landed straight in front of Xiao Shu.

"The donor's wonderful wisdom, use his sword to enter the Tao and cultivate the supreme magic method. Congratulations." Xiaoyue bent down and bowed to Xiao Shu.

Xiao Shu gently held the red leaves, and the thousands of swords still hit his mind, but at this moment, there was no sword in Xiao Shu's heart, and it was empty. Those swords not only could not affect him, but as long as Xiao Shu thought, he could also use them at will. The sword heart condensed again, and any sword that came that night was trembling and excited at the same time.

Tens of thousands of broken swords in the Wanjianping of the Nancheng City were trembling continuously, so that the entire Nancheng could vaguely feel the vibration of the ground. Every sword here was picked up by Xiao Shu, and the boundless sword intent had already spread here.

Upstairs of Xiangyue, a woman in white was playing the piano alone. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. She looked in the direction of Wan Jianping and said to herself, "Is this the selfless swordsman you mentioned?"

"Who, I don't sleep anymore in the middle of the night!" Wang Banxian rubbed his messy hair, kicked the quilt with anger, and got up from the bed. The whole room, the bed, table and chairs were shaking, waking up his beautiful dreams.

He counted his fingers, but couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "It's you, you guy again, your life is quite strong, it's really not safe for me. I will ruin my dream twice. I will have to settle the score with you sooner or later."
Chapter completed!